"Measure out the size of it, sure, any pattern will do.
The end justifies the seams, it's all the same to you."

We all have our childhood items. We all have our own demons as well. Meet *Kalaku, Kealoha's personal demon. A collection of demons, in a sense. He is the manifestation of repressed emotions, whether they are good or bad. But when a demon is formed from emotion, it needs a host, and Kalaku chose a teddy bear. A dear cherished toy that Kealoha has had since childhood, but... Adults forget about their stuffed toys, and they gather dust... They deteriorate, and tear. They need a bit of TLC, but why fix it when you can get a new one?

Kealoha tried. He threw the bear away, but the next day, if even that much later, the bear would reappear with new patches, little things at first. A patched foot. A patched arm, seams mended, but he never even sewed it. It was trash.

"You can't throw me away."

We all hear voices sometimes. Conscience, perhaps when too tired and struggling to stay awake... It's all in your head... That's what Kealoha told himself the first time he heard that voice. Nobody was home, it was just him and hi bear that was on the dresser... It used to be. The bear was gone, but there were eyes watching him from the shadows.

A form came forward, and it looked like him... A patchwork version of him, eyes glowing and large stitches down it's belly. A hand was offered as it... He smiled, the expression malicious, yet calming, a strange combination.

"You made me. I will be with you, forever."

Sometimes we have to live with our demons. Sometimes they just move in...

"Ripping at seams, I beg and plead
"Just sew me up again..." "

*Kalaku is Hawaiian. It translates to "To be cold or bristled (Angered)" Fitting him perfectly.

Kalaku © Me, AKA  zhao
Art ©  Geng